Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.
Prologue
~Greece 1100 BC~
A man with a muscular and lithe build, messy jet black hair, and sea green eyes standing on the outskirts of what used be his village. There was nothing left for him there. It was burned to the ground. His whole family, all of his friends gone forever. The day had started out as it usually did when it took a turn for the worst.
Perseus Jackson was coming back from his work in the fields when he saw the smoke. He quickly ran towards the village worried for his wife's safety. He saw that most of the village was on fire and ran towards his hut. Perseus never noticed that the streets were filled with blood and bodies. He was too worried about his wife to notice anything around him. He had finally arrived to his hut. That's when he heard the scream.
"Annabeth! I'm here. Hold on!"
"Perseus!" He heard her shout frantically.
He barged into the living room to find his wife. Panic in her eyes. There was a man in a bronze helm and armor; there was a symbol on the chest plate that Perseus recognized: an omega with two spears crossing behind it. It shocked him to find one of their soldiers in his village. But it didn't really matter where he came from. What mattered was that he had his sword against Annabeth's throat.
"Come any closer and she dies." He pressed the sword closer to her throat, causing her to bleed a little.
Perseus stood frozen in place. He didn't know what to do. If he tried anything, the soldier would kill Annabeth. The outcome was still the same if he didn't do anything. He had to try something.
"Don't kill her. You can kill me but not her." He tried to beg.
"You stupid farmers are all the same. Weak and pathetic." With that he slit Annabeth's throat.
Perseus became filled with rage. He couldn't remember what happened next. It was a blur. Next thing he knows, the soldier is on the ground dead with his own sword through his chest. With the soldier dead, Perseus went to Annabeth. She was alive but barely. He knelt down next to her body and held her in his arms.
"I love you, Perseus," she whispered into his ear. "I love you too, Annabeth." He gave her one final kiss before she let out her last breathe. Perseus closed her eyes and brought her behind the house. He buried her next to his mom Sally Jackson who had died two years before. When he had finished, he walked throughout the village hoping to see others who had somehow survived. He had found none.
Perseus shook himself out of those painful memories. "They will pay." He had said before turning away from the ruins of his life. And he wouldn't stop until they did.
~Should I continue this story? Let me know what you think. Pairing will be determined later. – DragonClan.